hey realize now my friend, for i'm crouched in a whole like a mud-streak fugitive. and here i am my arms wrapped around my knees, my sneakers laceless. i am ready to run, and who gives a shit where i'm going. quite ironic when you give all you have in order to give yourself to the moment, to only find time to place your bluff on hold...to only have it hang up on you. (times out...don't you think.)you're rigid, yes you. pathologically addicted. your sense of demeanor so filthy like the pits of a thousand endorphins waiting to bathe. yet you let them sweat, yes you, your smile widening, the stench roasting, the mind re eking. the taste of distastefulness becomes pleasant.
do you find me odorless? my powerfulness. (i like a little dirty with my clean.) well, then let me shower you with words made of knives, for if you're slicing me with love allow me to bleed in vanity. let my sadness permeate the smell of pine trees, of crouching tigers, and eyeless pumpkins; of whining bottles, pitiless dams, and crooked smiles.
make believe you're brave, the trick will take you far. you may be as brave as you make believe you are. i'm back to black, (my soul laced in fuck you pumps, bathing in a tub of sociopaths).
